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Page) is understood to have performed the varied and delicate duties
of his position with so much diplomatic and military skill as to have elicited
from General Rosecrans the highest praise and a most urgent recommendation of
his promotion. The Union men of Nashville are unanimous in their admiration of
his prompt and rigid method of dealing with the rebels.
GENERAL LEONARD F. ROSS.
WE publish on
page 221 a
portrait of GENERAL LEONARD F. Ross, the commander of the Yazoo River
Expedition, and append the following sketch of his life from the Herald:
Brigadier-General Leonard F.
Ross, the military commander of the Yazoo River Expedition, is a native of
Illinois, in which State he was born in the year 1823. He is, therefore, about
forty years of age. He was a First Lieutenant of the Fourth Illinois Volunteers
during the Mexican war, and commanded Company K during part of the term of that
regiment's service, which lasted from July, 1846, to May, 1847. At the
commencement of the present rebellion he resided at Lewiston, Fulton County; and
when the call was made for three years' volunteers, he raised the Fourth
District or Seventeenth Regiment of Illinois Volunteers, and was chosen the
Colonel of the same, with a commission dating from May 20, 1861. The regiment
was stationed at Peoria, Illinois, until the middle of June, 1861, when it was
sent to Alton, on the Mississippi River. It garrisoned several points in
Missouri successively, until about the beginning of December, when Colonel Ross
was placed in command of the post at Cape Girardeau. It was about this time that
General Grant prepared for his advance into
Kentucky. In the following January
Ross's command garrisoned Fort Holt, Kentucky, and formed part of the reconnoitring force to the rear of Columbus, Kentucky. During the siege and
Fort Donelson, from February 13 to 16, his regiment formed part of
the Third Brigade (General Paine) of
General McClernand's Division of General
Grant's army. It also participated in the
battle of Shiloh, where Colonel Ross
gained some distinction, and his regiment lost, in killed, wounded, and missing,
nearly 150 men. On the 25th of April, 1862, he was made a Brigadier-General of
Volunteers, and during the siege of Corinth commanded the Third Brigade of
General Judah's (formerly McClernand's) Division of General Grant's army. During
the summer and fall of 1862 his brigade formed a portion of the force under
General McClernand that guarded the Memphis and Charleston Railroad. When
General Grant reorganized the Department of the Tennessee, on the 22d of
December, 1862, General Ross was placed in command of the Eighth Division in the
Sixteenth Army Corps, then under General Hurlbut. On the 8th of February he was
transferred to the command of the Fifteenth Division of the same army, General
J. E. Smith taking charge of the Eighth Division. His newly-appointed force was
then stationed at Helena, of which post he was placed in command. From this
position he was again removed to take charge of the Yazoo Pass Expedition, of
which he is now the military commander.
OF CONFISCATED BLOOD-
HORSES AT NEW ORLEANS.
page 221 we present a very
interesting sketch, by our
New Orleans correspondent, of a scene that occurred
there on the 3d March. It was on the occasion of the forced sale, by auction, of
a large stock of blood-horses, once the property of Messrs. Kenner and Minor,
now in rebellion against the Union. The seizure and confiscation of these horses
was by an order issued by Major-General Butler, and afterward confirmed by
Messrs. Kenner and Minor were
long celebrated for possessing some of the very finest blood-horses in the
country. Many exhibited on this occasion were splendid animals, tracing back
their pedigree through long generations, and with the blood of Lexington and
other famous chargers coursing in their veins. It was painful to see horses
worth two or three thousand dollars selling for only a few hundreds. The
principal purchasers seemed to be agents for people in the North, and many a
splendid bargain was made on this occasion.
The sale took place at the open
space near French's stables, on Philippa Street. When the crowd assembled,
largely sprinkled with gayly dressed officers, and the noble-looking animals
were brought out one after another, to exhibit their action during the bidding,
the scene was one well worthy of the pencil of a Rosa Bonheur.
"YES, there's no use denying that
we had rather a stormy time of it."
And Captain Ferdinand Lawrence
stroked his mustache, and complacently handled the scabbard of his sword, as he
spoke, with the air of a hero who has no objection to being properly
Grace Bryan had listened to the
whole of his circumstantial description with blue, dilated eyes fixed on his,
curved lips, half apart, and a cheek where the color varied, as you have seen
sun and shadow chase one another over slopes of blossoming grass. No wonder that
the doughty Captain felt inwardly elated at the success of his eloquence. Had he
at last struck the responsive key-note to this pale young beauty's nature? Was
his long servitude of love at last to meet its exceeding great reward?
Oh, Captain Lawrence, Captain
Lawrence! could you but have seen into the hidden mysteries of Grace Bryan's
thoughts, what a crash there would be among the dazzling colonnades and airy
pediments of your grand Chateau en Espagne! But love is blind, and so,
unfortunately, is self-esteem.
"Captain Lawrence," said Grace,
with her little hands nervously interlocked, and her serious eyes never moving
from his face, "was there not a private in your company called John Harral?"
Captain Lawrence gave a quick,
involuntary start, but recovered himself immediately, though with a heightened
color on his dark cheek:
"Harral—Harral; yes, I believe
"And can you tell me what has
become of him?"
"Upon my word," said the Captain,
with a little uneasy laugh that was decidedly at variance with the keen glance
shooting from underneath his bent brows—"Private Harral is a lucky fellow to
have inspired such an interest!"
"Can you tell me what has become
repeated Grace, as calmly as if
she had not heard the covert sneer.
"One don't keep the run of these
privates," said Lawrence, carelessly; "but if Miss Grace really cares to know,
why, of course, my poor services are at her disposal!"
He drew out a little memorandum
book, neatly bound in black morocco, and leisurely turned over the leaves.
"Let me see—Gates—Hall—Hanna—oh,
here it is! Harral, John—marked 'missing.' Just the sort of fellow to take
particularly good care of his bones and sinews—deserted, I dare say. Oh, they
will do it, Miss Grace. Hold on, though, here's another entry. Harral —killed in
the action — buried on left side of creek—hum—m—m. Any thing else I can do for
you, Miss Grace?"
But Grace did not answer; she did
not even ask to see the treacherous "minutes" which might have revealed their
own inconsistency. She sat like one stunned, with hands still folded, and eyes
mechanically fastened on the winter sunshine that quivered along the opposite
wall, while the blood slowly receded from her cheek, and the color from her lip.
"Gracious Heavens, she has
fainted?" ejaculated the Captain, springing from his seat. Hallo here, somebody!
Bring camphor, Cologne, any thing! Confound Private Harral!"
Are there any wounds so bitter
that Time, whose gentle finger draws the mantle of velvet grass over new-made
graves, and puts the chiaro-oscuro of many sunrises and sunsets between us and
our griefs, can not heal them? Yes, there are some that bleed on silently, and
mine life and heart away with their unseen gush—and such a one was hidden under
Grace Bryan's sad smile and heavy eyes, always luminous with the melancholy
shine of unshed tears.
"I assure you, Miss Grace, I
consider it a very Quixotic piece of business," said Captain Lawrence, in
accents of grave displeasure. "You'll do nobody any good, and only upset your
own nerves. It's all nonsense, this idea of ladies visiting the hospitals—what
can a woman who has been accustomed to shriek at the sight of a spider do in the
midst of such dreadful scenes? My dear Mrs. Bryan, do persuade your daughter to
abandon this absurd fancy!"
Mrs. Bryan looked helplessly from
her daughter to the Captain, and then back again.
"Captain Lawrence is right," she
said. "Consider, my love, what suffering you will be compelled to witness."
"Mamma," said Grace, firmly, "is
it any worse for me to witness than for these brave fellows to endure? Oh,
mamma, to think that we have been sitting at home in ease and luxury while the
men who periled life and limb in our behalf lie perishing within a stone's-throw
of our Aladdin palaces! Let me go, for it breaks my heart to remember how
selfish I have been!"
Soft-natured Mrs. Bryan looked
appealingly toward the Captain. He shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, if Miss Bryan chooses to
be so foolish, I have, of course, no right to interfere. Only—"
"Don't trouble yourself to finish
the sentence, Captain Lawrence," said Grace, quietly. "I need not say that I
have not expected the honor of your attendance, nor do I ask for it now!"
She walked out of the room with
the air of a young queen. Lawrence watched her with a glance in which vexation
and admiration were curiously blended.
"The superb little vixen!" he
muttered between his teeth. "What evil genius has put that hospital idea in her
head? However, it can't make any difference; he must be dead long ago. Only I
wish I could have dissuaded her, for if— Pooh!" he broke off suddenly, "there's
no use bothering myself with such an exceedingly improbable supposition. I
wonder what makes me love that girl better the more she sets me at defiance? Why
can't I scorn her as she scorns me? It's a curious psychological puzzle, the ins
and outs of that throbbing, passionate thing that we call a heart! By all the
Powers! she shall be mine if I peril my own soul to win her."
The noonday sunshine lay brightly
on the floor of the long barrack room, with its wooden ceiling, and range of
narrow pallets on either side, and Grace Bryan felt a sick giddiness reeling
through her brain as she saw the pale, ghastly faces outlined against pillows
scarcely whiter than themselves—the shattered arms—the mangled limbs bound down
to wooden stretchers—the expressionless faces whence life and light were
drifting away into the shoreless tide, side by side with muscles all racked and
contorted by fierce spasms of pain! This, then, was a hospital!
"My dearest, you are fainting!"
"No, mamma, I am not," said
Grace, resolutely battling with the involuntary recoil of her whole physical
nature. "Let us go on. I feel quite well now."
How the sunken eyes of the sick
men brightened as the fair, slight figure bent above them with gentle words of
pitying encouragement—what healthful remembrances of absent mother and sister
love returned to them with the touch of her long, soft curls upon their burning
foreheads—the cool contact of her hand against their fevered palms! And as she
passed on, strength and courage came back, and the surgeon himself wondered at
her nerve and calmness.
They had reached the last of the
white beds, where an attenuated figure was supported among pillows, with an open
book before him. Not reading, however. The heavy eyelids drooped above the
hollow cheeks, as if slumber had weighed them down, and there was a sort of
weary repose shadowed over the sharpened features.
"He is asleep, do not disturb
him!" murmured Grace, under her breath.
"No, he is not asleep," said the
surgeon; "and this is one of the cases on which I most pride myself. Just gone,
when he was brought here—dreadfully wounded at Fredericksburg, but he's in a
fair way to recover now, thanks to our new system. Come a little nearer—he'll be
glad to see you!"
The heavy lashes were slowly
lifted at the sound of their footsteps, disclosing dark, grave eyes full of the
strange mystery that only comes to those who have stood on Death's threshold and
seen the flow of the dark, dark river!
"Harral! what's the matter! Speak
to me!" exclaimed the surgeon, in dire perplexity. "A glass of wine, Johnson,
quick! he's swooning again."
Where were your eyes, good
Esculapius, to imagine that John Harral could swoon with those fluttering
fingers in his own, those blue eyes pouring tides of eager light into his
uplifted heart? Your Pharmacopoeia knows no such remedies as these!
"I knew you would come, Grace. I
knew you would not leave me all alone!" he murmured, with the passive bliss of a
child who wakes from hideous dreams to find his face against his mother's bosom.
For Grace Bryan had laid her
cheek on his pillow and breathed one whisper into his ear—a whisper that was
like the pulsing of magnetic life through his veins.
"Tell me once more that you love
me! Let me hear it over and over, dearest!" he said, with closed eves. "Ah, I
shall soon be well now!"
It was not until they were in the
open air, safe beyond the hospital ward, that Grace Bryan fulfilled the
Captain's prediction, and fainted.
"Of course; didn't I tell you it
would be so?" triumphantly exclaimed Captain Lawrence, twisting the fingers of
his buckskin glove round and round. "A woman can't help fainting in such a
"It was not from foolish terror,
nor shrinking tremors," said Grace, meeting his exultant eye with the serene
glance that disarmed its fire at once.
"No; what then?"
"From great happiness—the
happiness of meeting one whom I have mourned for as dead."
"Mourned for as dead?" vaguely
repeated the Captain.
"I have seen John Harral this
"Oh!" said Captain Lawrence,
after a moment's blank silence, during which the ticking of his watch sounded
like a thousand trip-hammers, and his face turned a dull yellow. "Indeed! Pardon
me, but I've just recollected—good-morning—hope to see you again."
And so Captain Ferdinand Lawrence
walked off the stage of Grace Bryan's existence.
Need we describe how Miss Grace
transformed herself into nurse, physician, and consulting faculty to a hospital
consisting of one patient? And how she found it an even more "interesting case"
than the honest ward surgeon had done? If our readers want any more explicit
details they must ask Mrs. Harral.
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